Poesie in lingua straniera migliori

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Démons et merveilles
Vents et marées
Au loin déjà la mer s'est retirée
Et toi
Comme une algue doucement caressée par le vent
Dans les sables du lit tu remues en rêvant
Démons et merveilles
Vents et marées
Au loin déjà la mer s'est retirée
Mais dans tes yeux entr'ouverts
Deux petites vagues sont restées
Démons et merveilles
Vents et marées
Deux petites vagues pour me noyer.
Demoni e meraviglie
Venti e maree
Lontano di gia' si e' ritirato il mare
E tu
Come alga dolcemente accarezzata dal vento
Nella sabbia del tuo letto ti agiti sognando
Demoni e meraviglie
Venti e maree
Lontano di gia' si e' ritirato il mare
Ma nei tuoi occhi socchiusi
Due piccole onde son rimaste
Demoni e meraviglie
Venti e maree
Due piccole onde per annegarmi.

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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me -
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud one night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea -
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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Laws

Then a lawyer said, "But what of our Laws, master? "
And he answered:
You delight in laying down laws,
Yet you delight more in breaking them.
Like children playing by the ocean who build sand-towers
with constancy and then destroy them with
laughter.
But while you build your sand-towers the ocean brings
more sand to the shore,
And when you destroy them, the ocean laughs with
you.
Verily the ocean laughs always with the innocent.
But what of those to whom life is not an ocean, and
man-made laws are not sand-towers,
But to whom life is a rock, and the law a chisel with
which they would carve it in their own likeness?
What of the cripple who hates dancers?
What of the ox who loves his yoke and deems the elk
and deer of the forest stray and vagrant things?
What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and
calls all others naked and shameless?
And of him who comes early to the wedding-feast, and
when over-fed and tired goes his way saying that all
feasts are violation and all feasters law-breakers?
What shall I say of these save that they too stand in the
sunlight, but with their backs to the sun?
They see only their shadows, and their shadows are
their laws.
And what is the sun to them but a caster of shadows?
And what is it to acknowledge the laws but to stoop
down and trace their shadows upon the earth?
But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn
on the earth can hold you?
You who travel with the wind, what weathervane shall
direct your course?
What man's law shall bind you if you break your yoke
but upon no man's prison door?
What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble
against no man's iron chains?
And who is he that shall bring you to judgment if you
tear off your garment yet leave it in no man's path?
People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum, and you
can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall
command the skylark not to sing ?

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Mais, je ne me plaindrai pas. J'ai reçu la vie
comme une blessure, et j'ai défendu au suicide
de guérir la cicatrice. Je veux que le Créateur
en contemple, à chaque heure de son éternitè,
la crevasse béante.

Ma non mi lamenterò più. Ho ricevuto la vita
come una ferita e ho proibito al suicidio
di guarire la cicatrice. Voglio che il Creatore
ne contempli, in ogni ora della sua eternità,
il crepaccio spalancato.

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Il senso del mio venir

È per la causa della mia inconsapevolezza che son avvallato
inservibilmente trascorre il tempo che mi è stato dedicato
la mia esistenza è insignificante per l'universo
barman vieni a interpretar il senso del mio venir.

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Elévation (Elevazione)

Au-dessus des étanges, au-dessus des vallées,
des montagnes, des bois, des nuages, des mers,
par delà le soleil, per delà les éthers,
per delà les confins des sphères étoilées,

Mon esprit, tu te meus avec agilitè,
et, comme un bon nageur qui se pame dans l'onde,
tu sillonnes gaiement l'immensitè profonde
avec une indicible et male voluptè.

Envole-toi bien loin de ces miasmes morbides;
va te purifier dans l'air supérieur,
et bois, comme une pure et divine liqueur,
le feu clair qui remplit les espaces limpides.

Derrière les ennuis et les vastes chagrins
qui changent de leur poids l'existence brumeuse,
heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoreuse
s'élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins;

Celui dont les pensers, comme des alouettes,
vers le cieux le matin prennent un libre essor,
- qui plane sur la vie, et comprend sans effort
le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes!

Al di là degli stagni, delle valli e dei monti,
al di là dei boschi, delle nuvole e dei mari,
al di là del sole, al di là dell'aria,
al di là dei confini delle stellate sfere,

Tu, mio spirito, ti muovi con agilità
e, come buon nuotatore che gode tra le onde,
allegro solchi la profonda immensità
con indocile e maschia voluttà.

Fuggi lontano dai morbosi miasmi,
voli a purificarti nell'aria più alta,
e bevi, come un puro liquido divino,
il fuoco chiaro che colma spazi limpidi.

Le spalle alla noia e ai vasti affanni
che opprimono col loro peso la nebbiosa vita,
felice chi con ali vigorose
si eleva verso campi sereni e luminosi;

Chi lancia i pensieri come allodole
in libero volo verso il cielo del mattino,
- chi si libra sulla vita e comprende senza sforzo
il linguaggio dei fiori e delle cose mute!

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La belle saison

A jeun perdue glacée
Toute seule sans un sou
Une fille de seize ans
Immobile debout
Place de la Concorde
A midi le Quinze Août.

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Friendship

And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship".
And he answered, saying:
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with
thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek
him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the
"nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay".
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to
his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all
desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy
that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in
his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer
from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the
deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own
mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the
unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its
flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with
hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be
laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its.

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Cosmopolites without a plea
Alight in every Land
The compliments of Paradise
From these within my Hand
Their dappled Journey - to themselves
A compensation fair -
Knock and it shall be opened
Is their Theology.

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Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche
Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche està estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos."
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besè tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Què importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche esta estrellada y ella no està conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no està conmigo.
La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
De otro. Serà de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,
y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo.